I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Time returned to a minute ago.

Inside the hall, a figure wielding a sword was locked in combat with a worm-like monster, the swordsman occasionally grabbing wine bottles and throwing them into the monster's maw.

The room was in complete disarray, servants fleeing in all directions, reporters excitedly snapping photos.

Before the long table, Catherine's face was ashen, and the Countess's expression was incredibly unpleasant.

The Countess questioned, "Princess Catherine, what is the meaning of this? Have we somehow been remiss in our hospitality?"

Catherine, covered in sweat, forced an explanation, "Esteemed Countess, please hear me out. As I said just now, the mysteries of Bleakblood Keep may be leaking out.

Baron Roland is the 'eye' within the Snake Tower; he may have discovered problems we haven't.

Look, he's been fighting Sir Buck for so long, yet he's only been throwing wine bottles at him.

Just now, in the hot springs, we encountered a similar situation; we discovered that corrupted sacred blood seems to purify this contamination.

So, it's not that I'm dissatisfied with the banquet, nor is Roland going crazy.

He has no intention of harming Sir Buck. Please wait a moment, and we'll hear his explanation."

Hearing the words 'He has no intention of harming Sir Buck,' the Countess felt extremely displeased.

Although Sir Buck was only a newly advanced formal wizard, he had earned considerable merit on the battlefield.

He was invited this time because the Countess was optimistic about Sir Buck's future.

Although the Countess had long heard of Black Abyss wizards and knew they could contend with the Twilight Wizards of the Eye faction, to claim he could subdue Sir Buck with just a sword and without using any magic was a bit too arrogant.

Moreover, it was clear that Sir Buck had the upper hand!

That kid was already acting strangely, first forcing her to dance, making her lose so much face.

Then drenching her head with wine!

Now, the Princess was stubbornly finding excuses to defend her mad lover.

This made the Countess very dissatisfied.

She couldn't let this kid cause chaos here!

The Countess gave Sir Buck a look, signaling him not to hold back anymore.

Then, she harrumphed and said, "Let's wait until Sir Buck subdues Lord Roland."

Before she finished speaking, the Countess heard a loud crash. Then, Sir Buck, who had been completely dominant, was struck hard on the head by Roland with the sword's scabbard.

That was a brutal hit!

Sir Buck's spine was bent!

In less than a minute, Sir Buck had been defeated. And this Black Abyss wizard used the scabbard, meaning he could have knocked Sir Buck down with a wooden stick!

Sir Buck swayed, reaching out to point at Roland, wanting to say something. At that moment, there was another crisp sound, as Roland smashed another wine bottle over the back of his head.

This time, the poor Sir Buck fell straight to the ground.

He was already dizzy, but after Roland took out a wine barrel and poured a bunch of wine on him, Sir Buck kicked his legs, twitched a few times, and stiffened up, foaming at the mouth!

His shoes even flew off!

Catherine was so frightened that she stood up on the spot. She had just said that Roland had no intention of hurting anyone. Now that someone was dead, there was no way to explain it!

It had been agreed that no matter what happened, they had to remain calm.

Catherine believed that Roland must have had a reason for acting, but as she had said before—the Bleakblood wizards were clearly not mentally stable, and you couldn't reason with a bunch of madmen!

Now that there was a conflict, the subsequent plans were completely ruined!

Moreover, after killing someone, this guy calmly wiped his sweat, and then, in full view of everyone, kicked Sir Buck into the table.

He even looked at Catherine and complained, "This guy was quite troublesome."

"Roland! Did you kill Sir Buck?!"

Roland hung the longsword back on his waist and asked with feigned confusion, "What killing? What Sir Buck?"

At this moment, the Countess suddenly looked at Roland with a strange expression and said, "Lord Roland, what are you standing there for?"

Catherine: "???"

On Roland's side, after hearing the Countess's words, his expression suddenly turned very unpleasant.

Intermittent amnesia!

After he stunned Sir Buck and purified the contamination on him with corrupted sacred blood, they had all forgotten what had just happened!

Roland straightened his clothes, which had been disarranged by the fight, and then bowed slightly to Catherine and the Countess.

"Distinguished ladies and gentlemen, the reason I'm standing here is because the Countess just asked me to perform a small show—have you forgotten?"

Catherine showed an extremely strange expression—she seemed to remember some things.

The Countess, however, showed a very awkward expression—she had completely forgotten what had just happened.

She carefully observed her surroundings and found that everyone within her sight was wearing a reserved smile. They all seemed to be waiting for Baron Roland's performance.

—Everyone had amnesia! But they were all pretending they didn't!

The Countess mistakenly thought she had really said those words.

She adjusted her wig, feeling secretly apprehensive.

What madness had suddenly seized her, to ask this madman to perform?

Wouldn't it turn into a joke?

But she didn't dare to say anything more.

In recent years, the Countess had discovered that she seemed to have suddenly developed amnesia.

This amnesia stemmed from an experiment.

After that experiment, the Countess found herself inexplicably appearing in many places.

Sometimes, she would clearly be on the eastern tower, and in the blink of an eye, she would be squatting in the basement, chewing on something.

She didn't know what she had eaten, because other than herself, no one seemed to remember those missing fellows!

She had been trying her best to hide this, afraid of letting people discover her secret.

And now, she found that one person was missing from the venue—a servant was missing.

The Countess was very flustered; she didn't dare dwell on 'what had just happened'.

So, she adjusted her wig and smiled, "Please begin your performance, Lord Roland."

Roland looked at the leeches crawling all over the table, then smiled slightly and bowed gracefully to the crowd.

He casually picked up a baguette, accurately threw it into Catherine's gaping mouth, and gave her a look—don't freak out! You're not dreaming; you have amnesia! There won't be any more amnesia now, so shut up if you don't want to lose face!

Catherine was slightly stunned and immediately behaved herself.

Fortunately, she had only been shouting in her heart; although she had opened her mouth wide, she had only been babbling, so no one had clearly heard what she was saying, and they thought she was talking to the Countess.

So, other than the Countess, no one around knew she had just gone crazy. It was better that than everyone knowing, right?

Catherine gave Roland a tearful look—please, end this quickly! Also, since everyone won't have amnesia anymore, you have to do a good job!

Roland returned her a look—don't worry, watch me finish this off handsomely.

With that, Roland took out a soul urn filled with wraiths and smashed it on the ground with a snap.

This soul urn contained the things of those Twilight Wizards who had been killed by Roland in Straw Town. It contained a large group of Tier 1 wraiths.

These wraiths were magical creatures. They didn't know how to restrain their magic, which was exactly what attracted the leeches.

Normally, to make these wraiths obedient, you had to use spells or magic.

As the soul urn shattered, the wraiths flew out in a swarm, and the hall was instantly filled with ghostly shadows!

Click, click, click...

The reporters frantically snapped photos—they really loved this Baron too much!

Today's scoop was more than the sum of the whole year!

In the flashing lights, Catherine and the Countess rolled their eyes, almost fainting.

At this moment, Catherine and the Countess simultaneously shouted in their hearts, "This is what you call a performance?!

It's over, it's all over! I'm really crazy; I actually believed his nonsense!

All the prestige of my life has vanished like smoke!"

Everyone present was a great wizard and could see at a glance that these wraiths had not been tamed—Roland couldn't control them at all!

Wraiths were irrational creatures that wouldn't obediently listen just because there were powerful wizards around. They were only afraid of even more powerful undead.

Once they lost their restraint, they would cause all sorts of trouble. Not only would they run amok, but they would also try to possess people's bodies.

Everyone present was fine; wraiths liked to bully the weak and fear the strong, so they wouldn't dare to pounce on them. But if they pounced on the reporters...

The Countess couldn't hold it in anymore and was about to take action to collect all the wraiths and end this farce.

Just then, Roland pointed his finger, and the wraiths stood in a row, trembling. It seemed they were afraid of something, wanting to run but not daring to move.

"Madam, this is the 'Helaka Edict' that you asked me to demonstrate in public!"

Everyone was slightly stunned, and then they heard Roland speak a passage in ancient Balen.

“KarLdi, DiySndl”

Soon, the wraiths began to dance gracefully in the venue. It looked like they were really performing a show.

But was it really appropriate to perform such a show?

The Viscount couldn't help but glance at his sister (Countess Wendy Shabert), asking if she wanted to end this farce.

But he found that the Countess's eyes were shining, and the gaze she gave Roland revealed a hint of greed and longing.

That kind of gaze flashed and disappeared, then she hid it away.

The Viscount was very puzzled. He knew that his sister seemed very interested in Heraka's theology, but was it necessary to be so interested?

Suddenly, the Viscount realized something.

This Baron Roland did not use any magic! Nor did he use any magical items!

He just used ordinary words, and those evil spirits obediently obeyed!

But some necromancy-specialized wizards can also do this.

The Bloodless Clan is very good at necromancy. There are many necromancy masters in the family. For some low-level undead, even if everyone's magic is exhausted, they will always find ways to make them listen.

As for this Baron, he is indeed a bit unusual in controlling undead. But his sister shouldn't be so interested, right?

The Viscount couldn't understand his sister's thoughts. After all, she had been acting strangely lately, especially towards all kinds of blood and those things related to Heraka, she paid extra attention to them.

While the Viscount was lost in thought, the Countess was watching with great interest for a while, then smiled and applauded Roland, looking like she really liked the show.

She fanned herself and smiled, "That's a really good dance. Lord Roland, to what extent can you command them?"

Roland bowed slightly and said, "As easily as moving my own limbs."

As he spoke, he uttered a phrase in ancient Balenese.

After this command was spoken, the evil spirits actually picked up bottles of wine and pounced on the dining table.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded—what are you doing?

In a daze, the evil spirits crawled and scurried on the dining table like big rats.

—Roland's ability to control undead is fundamentally different from the methods of necromancers.

The Viscount didn't see it.

When necromancers don't use magic, they use mental power to forcibly control the undead.

Roland doesn't need anything, just language.

Or rather, he uses identity—he is the lord of the Styx.

To be precise, he is the Duke of the Styx!

Although Roland only has two acres of fiefdom in Styx's Shanzhai Village, he is indeed a real Duke!

When Roland had no name, even those benevolent spirits and Red Spirit Banshees had to obediently obey. Not to mention this group of human 'vagrants'.

The nuns are all Styx nuns, underworld civil servants, and officials.

Even they have to lift their skirts with angry faces in front of Roland.

From this, it can be seen how intimidating Roland's title is to the undead.

Under Roland's command, the evil spirits activated the magic in their bodies and poked holes in all the dishes with lids.

They also shuttled through the dishes without lids, and poured wine on them.

If there were any leeches hidden in a certain dish, they would definitely run onto the evil spirits. And those dishes contaminated with dirty blood would also be purified after being soaked in wine.

—For example, the 'peacock roasted with feathers' not far in front of the Countess was given special attention.

She watched helplessly as three or five evil spirits repeatedly drilled in and out of the peacock's belly and feathers several times.

Then she stared blankly as those evil spirits flew one by one onto the salt plate in front of Roland.

Roland had just tied his napkin around his neck and was sprinkling salt on the plate with a knife and fork.

Those evil spirits rolled around on his plate, and then flew into his open mouth.

Countess: "..."

Viscount: "..."

Miss Delia: "..."

Catherine: "..."

Ka, ka, ka, ka.

The reporters took pictures frantically and excitedly wrote title names in their notebooks.

Catherine and the Countess turned pale again!

—I actually let him perform this! I actually believed his nonsense!

—It's over, it's all over!

—My prestige in this life is really going to vanish this time!

In everyone's stunned gaze, Roland recited Heraka's Book of Poetry with a calm expression, and transcended the evil spirits in his stomach.

After that, he got up, picked up the plate, showed it to the reporters, the Countess, and others, and asked the servants to take it down and show it to the reporters.

Everyone was slightly stunned, and then they discovered that there were some dry, unidentified objects on the plate, a bit like dead skin.

They were burning, and you could still see ashes flying out of the plate.

The Countess looked at Roland in astonishment: "What is this?"

Roland bowed slightly to the Countess and said, "Your Excellency Countess, to be honest, I wasn't performing just now. I was fighting an assassin."

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

Assassin?

Everyone searched with their divine sense, and then they all showed extremely strange expressions.

There was actually someone lying under the table!

Catherine showed an extremely strange expression. She looked at Roland, then looked at the faces of the people around her.

"There really was an assassin? When did this person crawl under the table?" Catherine murmured.

Roland gave her a look—take some medicine, senior, you have amnesia!

With a buzz, Catherine's mind spun.

[Catherine suffered a fatal blow from the SAN value assassin!]

[Catherine understood! Your boundary value with her +20!]

[Catherine understood! Your potion making with her]

With a snap, Catherine opened a small bottle of magic potion and gulped it into her mouth.